my life with the crusts cut off

Tuesdaykim

A dose of family fun was well overdue. We’d been completely focussed on the process of selling our little house so our quality time had been neglected. After hearing about T’s love of bird life (his favourite part of Taronga was getting close to a pelican), a work colleague recommended we check out the Hunter […]

I know this makes me weird, but there are few things that delight me more than paperwork. Actual paper paperwork. I love filling in forms. It might have something to do with how special and unusual it is to pick up a pen but I suspect it’s more to do with the simple mundanity of […]

Last week was intense. Hectic. Beautiful. And certainly unforgettable. In just seven days we managed to survive and celebrate two of the most stressful life events: putting our house on the market and being part of a family wedding. With both these events I became a fancier version of myself and it was freaking hard […]

It was easy to love shopping back in the day when I was time-rich, had a wallet full of disposable income and my love of cheese hadn’t quite caught up with me yet so it was easy to find clothing in my size. A new outfit for every weekend was the norm and it was […]

From the flourish of its eclectic soundtrack and considered splash of colour and even before the quirky title card announcement, there is no mistaking a Wes Anderson film. On Saturday afternoon I got to finally see The Grand Budapest Hotel as part of my sister-in-law’s hens pre-wedding celebrations, and it didnt disappoint. With Anderson’s familiar […]

They say “Home is where the heart is”, and I guess it’s that universal truth that makes a cliche stand the test of time. I love our little cottage. It holds so many precious memories between it’s freshly painted walls. There’s the warm beam of sunlight from the kitchen window you can catch in the […]

This week while sorting the junk drawers (yes, plural) in preparation for our impending move, I found a couple of handwritten treasures, hidden away amongst the piles of papers. There is something extra special about something that has been handwritten. It’s like a small piece of that person is there on the paper , their […]